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Arizona woke up three weeks later knowing, once again, just how amazing that was. Every day since she had come out of her coma two years ago was a big deal, but the anniversary of this event – the second one they had celebrated – meant so much. Everything could be so different. Instead of having the soon-to-be expanding family she had, she could be gone right now. She could have missed out on all of the joyful – and even the tough – times over the past couple of years. Thankfully, she didn't.

"I've got coffee," Callie told her wife as she entered their bedroom.

When she awoke, Arizona had still been peacefully dreaming. She knew that this wasn't likely to last. Sofia had slept at Mark's last night, but Mommy and Madre were still very used to early mornings. They never really slept in much anymore.

"Thank you," Arizona smiled.

"I feel bad saying this," her wife replied as she got back into bed and held the blond. "But as much as I'll love this next baby and I can't wait to celebrate birthdays of theirs, this day will always be the best one. I got both of my girls on this day."

"We can't keep talking about the baby," she warned. "Yesterday my mom almost saw one of the donor profiles and we agreed to wait to tell anyone until the first trimester is over. Or at least until you're pregnant and Baby has a heartbeat. Keeping a secret for months and months might be too hard, but we cannot tell anyone before there's an actual baby. Especially not my parents. My mom will not be able to handle waiting."

"I know," she agreed. "My next cycle starts next week, though. We have to pick a donor soon if we're going to try this month. I start Clomid soon and I don't want to be taking it for no reason."

"We'll choose," she assured her, giving her a kiss.

"What's your feeling today?" the Latina wondered.

They had narrowed it down to three donors, but they just hadn't been certain about which one they should choose. Arizona had been especially indecisive, having had a different feeling about which one was right every single day for weeks now.

"The teacher," she answered. "There's just something about him that seems to be telling me he's our donor. Then again, yesterday I was ready to pick the culinary student."

Callie laughed. "Yeah."

"What are you thinking?"

"I think you should pick. I've helped narrow it down, so I've had my say, but you should pick the one."

"Why?" she asked. "Because we're using your egg? Calliope, that was our decision not just yours. The donor shouldn't be just my call."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"The teacher really does look like you, you know," Callie smiled.

The next thing they knew, their doorbell had rung not once but twice. At this time of the morning, this could only mean one thing. The birthday girl had arrived. Her mommies put on their robes and headed down to the door.

"No more talking about the baby," Arizona whispered to Callie.

"I know. Open the door."

"Happy birthday!" Arizona smiled as she opened it up and found Sofia and Mark on the porch – the toddler in his arms snacking on some dry fruit – waiting.

"Hi," she smiled.

"It's your birthday, Sof! Today's your party day."

Sofia didn't exactly grasp the concept of her birthday just yet. They had been talking about it, explaining how old she would be and that there would be a party for her, but they weren't sure that she really comprehended the milestone.

"Do you know how old you are?" Mark asked. "Show Mommy and Madre what we worked on last night."

Sofia held up two fingers. "Two," she smiled.

"You're two!" Arizona replied, taking her from Mark as they came in. "So big!"

"She's not two until ten twenty-four," Callie said. "I'm soaking up every minute of her twenty-three-month-oldness while I can."

Mark laughed. "She might not get the getting older part, but she sure knows there's going to be a party. She woke me up at five a.m. on the dot going 'Party, Dada?' Cake, Dada?'"

"You want your party and your cake?" Callie asked.

"Yay!" Sofia replied.

"It's a bit too early for cake," Arizona yawned. "How about we have birthday pancakes first? Mommy will make yours shaped like a two."

Sofia put one of the tiny pieces of apple she had been snacking on on the way over into Mommy's mouth.

"Yum?" she asked. "Yum, Mama?"

"Delicious," Arizona nodded. "Thank you!"

Sofia decided that she didn't want to get dressed after breakfast, which was fine since her party wasn't until the late afternoon – hopefully after a good long nap – anyways. For now, she was hanging out on Grandma's lap in the living room still wearing the goldfish pyjamas that Daddy had brought her over in.

"Is this a good birthday so far?" Grandma asked her.

"Yep."

"Are you going to have a party soon?" Abuelo questioned. "With all of your friends?"

"Well, all of Madre, Mommy, and Daddy's friends," Callie said.

"Will's girls are coming," Arizona reminded her. "I know they're older than her, but they're still kids."

"True."

While they couldn't say that they were exactly best friends with the former medical student – now resident – who they had encountered for the first time the day of the accident, they did find it cool that he would be there to help celebrate Sofia's birthday. The things that he had done for Callie on that horrible day a month before the little lady's birth made him a very special person to their family.

Grandpa noticed Sofia's eyes wander over to the pile of gifts that had already begun to form. They weren't expecting any of their friends to buy Sofia anything – even though they suspected many would – so they had purchased many little gifts for her themselves. That way, it still felt the same to her, even if no one actually brought a present. The ones from her parents and grandparents would make her happy enough.

"Are those for you?" he asked her.

"Would you like to open one?" Arizona added. "You can open one now and save the rest for the party."

"Yep, pease," she nodded.

"Oh, good manners," Mark smiled, taking her off of Grandma's lap. "Pick one," he told her, holding her so that she could see them all. "Point to the one you want to open now."

"Dat," she pointed. "Dat, dis, dat..." she continued, selecting many of them.

"One, Baby," Callie laughed.

Mark picked up the first one that she had chosen. The wrapping made it very obvious that this was a book, but Sofia didn't know that. Her eyes were wide with excitement.

"This one's from Mommy and Madre," he said. "Open it up."

She ripped into the wrapping – and almost into the book, but not quite – to find her present.

"Book," she said.

"It is a book," Callie smiled. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah," she smiled.

"What do you say?" Arizona questioned. "Thank you?"

"Tanks," she said. "Book!"

"It's called 'Lulu Turns Two,'" Madre explained.

Sofia gasped.

"Oh!" Grandma replied. "Is that as old as you?"

She held up two fingers.

"The girl in your book is two just like you," Grandpa told her.

"It's her birthday today, too!" Arizona smiled loving that one book could give her girl so much joy. "Should we read this book?"

"Yeah," she nodded, opening it up.

"You're going to read it to us?" Mark asked.

"Yep," she said.

"Tell us what's going on," Callie smiled.

Sofia went through the book and pointed out all of the details on each page. She had to point out that Lulu's dress was blue, that there were "pity" decorations, that Lulu was happy, and that there was cake. The passion with which she told this little story was hilarious. By the end, everyone was giggling right along with the tiny storyteller.

"That was such a good story," Arizona told her, wishing they had recorded her version. "Can you tell it again? Mommy wants to get the video camera."

"Yeah," she agreed.

"Thank you."

Sofia told the story again, talking about the same pictures but adding in some new details as well. This time, she also insisted on stopping after each page and looking up at the camera where she would bat her tiny eyelashes.

"How do you know how to do that?" Arizona asked. "Crazy girl!"

"Mama," Sofia said.

"I'm the crazy one?" she laughed. "I don't think so!"

"Sofia, are you finished with your cake?" Arizona asked.

She had asked to be let down from her spot at the table so that she could go play with one of Will's little girls. Bridget was almost a year-and-a-half older than she was, but Sofia hardly even noticed and Bridget was having a blast with her little buddy.

"No," she said.

"Come eat the rest then," she smiled.

"She's busy," four-and-a-half-year-old Vivienne – Bridget's big sister – replied.

Sofia came walking over to the table and opened her mouth, as if she was telling Mommy that she wanted her to feed her quickly so that she could get back to the other fun that was going on.

"Oh, you can feed yourself," she said, even though she caved and gave her a bite anyway. "But I'll help because it's your birthday. Okay?"

"Got toy," she told her mom.

"You got toys? I know. You're a spoiled girl, aren't you?"

Just then, Mark came over with Lexie, who had yet another gift in her hands. She had arrived late to the party, but the fact that she was there at all was kind of a surprise. She and Mark had been spending more time together in the last few weeks, but she was always very clear that they were not together.

"Happy birthday," she told the little girl. "I brought you a present. Are you busy with your cake?"

"Dat?" she asked.

"You have to open it to see," Mark said. "Want to open it?"

"Yep," she nodded.

Lexie handed Sofia the gift and she tore it open. Inside was a set of tiny hair accessories.

"Huh?" she asked.

"They go in your hair," Arizona explained. "They'll make it super beautiful. Can you tell Lexie 'thank you?'"

"Sof pity," she said.

"You will be really pretty with those," Lexie said. "I didn't know if you sit still long enough to get much done to your hair, but I just thought those were so cute that I had to get them."

"She's getting better," Mark said. "She actually let me braid it the other day."

"You call that mess a braid?" Arizona laughed. "Oh, Mark. You try and it's sweet, but you have a lot to learn."

"She doesn't have a ton of hair. There isn't much too braid. Sofia thought it was good," he said. "Right, Sof? Was your braid good?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Well, that's all that matters, right?" Lexie asked.

Callie came over to see what was going on.

"Oh, you got another present?" she asked. "Did you say 'thank you?'"

"Tanks," she smiled.

"You're very welcome," Lexie said. "I can't stay long because I have to go back to work, but I wanted to come tell you happy birthday."

"To Sof," she said.

"To Sofia, yes," she agreed.

"Should we finish up your cake?" Arizona asked. "I think Bridget wants to play some more."

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Ask Lexie if she wants a piece," Mark said.

"Mine."

"I won't take your piece," Lexie promised. "But can I have my own piece? It looks good."

"Yep," she nodded.

The party went well and it was so much fun to see Sofia enjoying her day. However, the evening that she had with just her moms and her grandparents – because Daddy had to go to the hospital for an emergent patient – was probably Callie's favourite part.

"Is this fun?" Grandma asked.

After dinner, which was decidedly light since Sofia had filled up on cake and treats all afternoon, she sat on the floor with Mommy and happily let Arizona do her hair. This was the first time ever that she hadn't protested at all. That was probably due to the fact that Madre was taking pictures and she loved the camera, but it was still nice.

"You're being so cooperative," Arizona told her.

"Pity, Mama?" she asked.

"You're going to be gorgeous," Callie promised.

"Say 'Madre, I'm always gorgeous!'" Mommy replied. "Even with messy hair."

She nodded. "Ouch," she said as Arizona accidently tugged on a strand of hair because Sofia's head moved forward.

"Sorry," Arizona told her.

"Hur' Sof," she said, touching her head.

"I didn't mean it," she explained. "A few more minutes and then I'll be all done."

She yawned. It had been such a big day for such a little girl. In fact, they didn't think that she would even be awake this long. They assumed that she would have fallen asleep right after dinner.

"Are you almost ready for bed?" Madre asked.

"No bed," she refused.

"Oh, yeah. You can even cuddle with your new friends from Uncle Derek and Auntie Meredith. Which animal do you want to cuddle with tonight? The penguin or the kitty?"

"Dog," she answered.

"You didn't get a new dog," she said. "You have one, but he's not new. You don't want to cuddle with a new stuffed animal?"

"Dog."

"Well, okay then," she smiled.

"Did you have a good birthday?" Arizona asked.

"Yep," Sofia nodded.

"Good. Your birthday's such a special day, isn't it?"

"Cake, Mama," she smiled. "Cake stuff."

"Because you get cake and stuff?" she asked. "Well, yes. But when you get older, we'll have to tell you why exactly we love your special day."

Callie found herself just watching her wife sleep in the middle of the night that night. She was resisting waking her up. She shouldn't do it, but she wanted to. She had something to discuss with her and she didn't even want it to wait until morning. Sure, it definitely could, but she just had to say it now.

As if she could somehow sense this, Arizona woke up all on her own. She was much less happy to be awake at this hour than her wife seemed to be.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Because I want to pick a donor," she said. "Right now. So that neither of us change our minds in the morning."

"Why?" she asked. "We've waited three weeks. A few hours of sleep won't –"

"I just dreamed that we used the teacher's sperm and had the most gorgeous baby," she smiled.

The blond was a little more awake now. She still wanted to go back to sleep, but she was also intrigued.

"Boy or girl?" she asked. "Not that it matters, but what was it?"

"I don't know," she said. "We were calling it Jamie. Couldn't that go either way?"

"Exactly why we will not be naming him or her Jamie in real life," her wife decided. "And how do you not know the gender, but you do know who the sperm donor was?"

"We were telling my dad what we know about the donor," she explained.

"Oh."

"It just feels right," she said. "I know it was a dream, but you were favouring the teacher today and I had this dream."

"Okay," Arizona smiled, giving her wife a kiss. "We have a donor."

"We do."

"Can I go to sleep now?" she requested. "We'll have the rest of our lives to think about how we made the right choice. Not that any of them would be a bad choice since it's our child, but you get what I mean."

"Yes," she nodded. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

"You're really pretty when you sleep," Callie added.

"I love you, too."